Menage: 5> Cookies for sale
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: When Stephanie's daughter, Julie, refused to come home and sell the seven remaining boxes of Girl Scout cookies, her mom was left with little option other than to tout them herself and in a uniform that just about covered her petite body.

Although my daughter and I are about the same size - I having a few more curves than she, as you would expect - I was both satisfied and quite flattered as to how her Girl Scout uniform fitted me - with minor adjustments. I was, however, anything but satisfied as to the why and wherefore of my having to do so.

Julie is a member of a local girl scouts group. When the group leader called for volunteers to sell their cookies, Julie's hand was several of those that shot up. As far as I could determine, what with her bringing home so many boxes, she didn't want to be outdone by Amanda who asked for five boxes of cookies and so my egotistical twit of a daughter asked for seven.

I was fucking pissed; livid, even, when, after four days, those that she hadn't sold (giving up after the first day) were sat on the hall cabinet along with her uniform. By then, Saturday, I'd had enough, and so I called my daughter on her cell-phone, fuming.

"What do you want, mom, I'm at my friends?"

"You get your ass home, young lady. These boxes of cookies aren't going to sell themselves and I'm not buying them. Whatever possessed you to get so many," I exclaimed down the phone at her, irately.

"No, I'm at my friends. You go and sell ‘em you've got the body for the uniform," came her response.

"You get right home, right this fucking minute, then get out and sell them. Hur," I grunted, and ended the call as I held the uniform in my other hand.

"Hem," I mused to myself, aloud, as a thought went through my mind. I used to be a scout myself and even sold cookies.

"Fuck it, fuck, Julie, I can do this."

My daughter and I are about the same size. My ass and tits may be a bit generous, and who knows, I may get a tip for brightening up someone's day, I smiled to myself with abundant glee and then went and got changed.

For added incentive, encourage an extra sale, there were, after all, almost seven full boxes, I tied the tails of the top below my bust and trotted off with the open box, not quite skipping along but enjoying the warm summer sunshine. It soon dawned on me, even with my scant uniform, why Julie hadn't sold so many. ‘No,' came the reply, quickly followed by the door being shut on me, while one potential customer ridiculed and made fun of my age and what I was doing. The next two were all no's as well, and as I walked up a gravel path in pursuit of a hopeful buyer, I had to fight back my despondent tears.

"And you are?" he asked, which was better than all the rejections I had thus far received.

"Cookie scout. Would you care to buy some cookie's please?" I exuded, doing my best to smile up at him - I'm barely five feet tall while the casually dressed dark haired young man stood holding the door open was a good deal taller.

"Aren't you a bit old to be a scout. This isn't some scam?" he questioned.

"Are you crying," he said, noticing a trickle down my right cheek.

"I need to sell cookie's," I sniffed. "My daughter," I sniffed again, only for him, before I could continue, to invite me inside.

"Okay, alright. Come in, you can, once you've stopped crying, tell me all about it. Then, I may just buy some.

‘Maybe I've been going about this the wrong way,' I thought, as I followed him. ‘He's certainly sympathetic,' I noticed, only to forget how I was attired.

"Who was it, Michael?" came the sound of a man's voice from the lounge at the end of the hall. ‘Maybe I'll sell the whole box,' I suddenly thought, and subsequently cheered up.

"Some woman in a girl scout uniform, Greg, selling cookies," Michael called back to his friend. There were no other voices so it had to be just the two of them

"I'm feeling a bit peckish. How much are they?"

"How much?" Michael asked, having stopped and turned towards me.

"90 cents each," I replied.

"What! They better be the best tasting fucking cookies at that price," he exclaimed, before taking a pack and opening it. Before I could say anything to have him stop, Michael had taken a bite.

"Okay, not bad, but certainly not 90 cents worth," he said, and then took another bite.

"This is, sorry, how rude of me, I didn't get your name, cookie scout," Michael intoned, with a cheeky smile.

"She's a scout! A bit mature, aren't you," observed Greg, as Michael directed me to put the box on the table and offered the packet of cookies to his friend.

"Stephanie, Stephanie Paterson," I rejoined. Only to then, and as I bent over, feel my shortish skirt ride up, thereby exposing both the strap and lower part of my black thong. I hadn't been used to such attention in many awhile; some years, in fact. I took it as manly interest, all the same, not considering, for one moment, the thrilling ménage that it would subsequently lead to.

Sat in between them, I felt quite at ease as I, and in my usual, natural husky voice, explained to Michael and Greg, how I came to be dressed in my daughter's Girl Scout uniform and selling her cookies.

"That's good of you to do that for your daughter," Michael commended me. Only for Greg to ask for another packet of cookies. Between them, they'd consumed the first packet while they listened to my tale; or maybe they just wanted another look at my ass. Either way, Greg screwed up the empty wrapper and tossed it towards the bin. He missed, however, and so I went and picked it up. Not demurely, though, but, instead, quite openly leant almost doubled, my slender legs tautened by my heeled shoes while my thighs, which were humid from the sofa covering (leather or vinyl), caught the breeze of the AC.

My thoughts returned to those of my previous ones. Making an extra sale and with 12 more packets of cookies to go; 11 with the one Gregg had asked for and I subsequently handed to him.

"That's $1.80," I said, exuding an effervescent smile as I extended the new packet of cookies for him to take.

"How many have you got left?" Michael asked.

"All of these and six more boxes," I intoned, still waiting on the money as Michael eyed up the front of my skirt. As he did, I couldn't help but notice a vague moistness around the mound of my pussy.

"What! No, just these, and good luck with the other six, especially dressed as you are, Stephanie." That was, since I'd introduced myself to them, the first time that either young man, Michael or Greg, had mentioned my name.

"With the one you've had and this one, 13 out of a box of 16. Why, not thinking of buying them all?" I said, possibly out of nerves, the air had become marginally sexual, and me, dressed up in a scantily clad girl's scout outfit - I could just as easily have been a strip-o-gram.

"I tell you what," Michael said, as he looked through his wallet, "you no doubt want a tip, being as how sexy you are dressed."

"What are you two getting at?" I smiled, this time, though, from pleasant, warm nerves, even though Michael had begun the suggestion.

"I'll give you $15 for the box; you can keep the box, maybe more, right," Michael directing the last bit to Greg, who, having gotten his wallet out, removed and held up $5. $20 in all and more than $7 for me. ‘Emn, maybe the day wasn't quite the disaster it began as, after all,' I remarked to myself, as I released the packet to Gregg and took the money from Michael. Since my purse, which had some change in it, was inside the box, Michael and Greg watched me as I tucked the crisp $5 notes inside the left cup of my bra; although, I had a distinct warm feeling they wouldn't be there much longer.

"Okay, Stephanie, why don't you make yourself comfortable," Michael said, taking my hand and guiding me to sit on his lap - side-saddle, almost, and facing his friend.

"Right," I intoned, as I agreeably perched there, my ginger hair framing my part florid cheeks.

"You know, Stephanie, a sexy moma like you, shouldn't be out selling cookies, right, Greg," Michael exclaimed.

"What? No, certainly not," he intoned, obviously slow on the uptake of his friend's intimation while eyeing the tops of my legs.

"See how lovely Stephanie's hair contrasts with her outfit," Michael lauded, his right hand stroking my right butt cheek as I remained unmoved. I hadn't had anything like this much pleasant attention heaped upon me in...however long, and I just lapped it up.

"Mind if I?" Greg said, indicating the knotted tie at the front of my girl scout shirt as he tentatively moved his hands toward my vaguely heaving breasts.

"She won't mind, not a hot sexy moma like you, Stephanie, will you," Michael intoned, his hand subsequently more adventurous as it fondled my left buttock.

A warm smile from me, was all the encouragement it took, and some moments later my top had been untied and flapped open, exposing, with it, my black bra.

"Hurm, that's rather nice," I intoned in my husky voice, sensing Michael's fingers, which had slipped inside my thong to feel my moistness. I was certainly wet for them and soon to be even wetter, I didn't doubt as Greg moved his hands to cup and caress my breasts. ‘Me, a sexy hot moma, of all things,' I thought of Michael's acclamation, as I accepted their welcome, very welcome attention. ‘Emn, it would be good to feel like a woman again, especially after all this time; a sexy one, at that,' I regaled to myself, as I welcomed their continued attention.

"I dare say, Stephanie, bringing up your daughter has left little time to enjoy yourself," Michael intoned, all the while stroking my wet cleft, which soon parted to his explorative fingers.

"Emn, yes, Michael, fuck me, fuck your fingers in my pussy, I need this, I so fucking, yes!" I cried out, as pleasure gripped my body.

From in front of me, Greg had managed to draw my bra up and off my tits, my hard nipples clear as day to see. I was horny for them, even desperate to feel whole and feminine again at their combined touch.

"Wow! They're big," he exclaimed, having seen them naked. What with my scant height, my 36D breasts somewhat stood out on my small upper frame. Realising that, Michael had me stand, his moist fingers slipping from my thong and leaving a sticky trail as I hopped off his lap.

"Sexy moma's not that tall," he intoned, and with a smile; no doubt feasting his eyes on my ample tits as I removed my scout blouse and then my bra before returning to them.

"Sit on Greg for a bit," Michael suggested, wanting to enjoy what had just caught his attention; from the obvious bulge in his pants. As I dropped myself on his friend's lap, again sideways onto Michael, I felt Greg's appreciative hard-on for me and let out a low husky sultry moan.

For the next, what had to be a good forty minutes, at least, they kept their hard-ons under control and hidden. Was I disappointed! Was I, fuck! During that time they bestowed pleasure after pleasure on my body, the like of which made me feel as if I was back in high school, almost out of my teens and enjoying abundant naughty sex; I'm Catholic-Irish.

Back then, when I was 19, and unexpectedly with Michael and Greg, I was unprotected, hence my brat of a daughter popping out. I was too much into enjoying myself to be concerned about protection and willingly gave myself to them - a wonderful ménage.

I started things off, by gyrating myself on Greg's warm hard cock, letting them know they could go all the way with me as Michael caressed and fondled my tits and Greg slipped his hand under my short skirt and stroked my wet pussy through my stained moist thong.

"Oh, emn, yes, more, my nipples," I appealed to Michael, as Greg stroked my distended clit for me. As he did so, I found myself lolling back, turning my head and seeking out his warm lips, which I then kissed. I wasn't far off cumming and for the first time, by a man in god knows how many years.

To encourage it, I had Michael's lips sucking my right nipple, his left fingers and thumb rolling the other teat and his other hand, having drawn my thong to one side, inside my needy pussy, my cunt, even.

"Hurmn," I moaned, not once but twice, as a wonderful pressure built up inside of me and presently exploded in a fulfilling climax.

"Wow! Greg, sexy moma's, cum," Michael thrilled, his hand, nonetheless, and quite sensually with it, massaging the inner folds of my recently pleasured pussy. As Michael continued and I came down from what would certainly be and was the first of many climaxes, his fingers moved deeper, explorative, almost.

Greg, for his part in what happened next, had moved his otherwise idle hand to my abdomen. Looking down at them it was as if he was zeroing in on where Michael's fingers were, almost knowing the exact spot, as I then felt a pressure against me from both sides. Michael was certainly lightly rubbing something while Greg was countering him, both moving in the same direction and causing a steady pleasurable build up.

"Oh my, oh my god, oh-my—god," I cried out, and moments later I was cumming. I mean, literally cumming, my juices trickled, full flow, from between my lips in an uncontrollable wetness. ‘Thank-god, or whoever, Michael's sofa was vinyl or leather [I never did think to find out, what with...]' I thought to myself moments after.

"And she squirts, too," Michael regaled. "That was your g spot we were stroking," Michael explained, having noticed my puzzled expression along with the pleasured one.

Having wiped down the sofa with a towel, I was stripped completely; nothing, no socks or shoes as I stood naked amongst them. Michael then picked me up and, with Greg following and taking a third packet of cookies with him, followed us to Michael's bedroom.

Although it was very much a bachelor's room, I didn't, as one might expect, see a TV, especially with the late night football games on Sunday and Monday, even though the pre-season games had yet to start. No interest in erotic DVD's either. ‘Michael, no doubt, preferring to do it as opposed to watch,' I surmised.

With me carefully [sounds about right] laid on the bed, a good two foot of space below my feet, what with me being leant on the pillows, neither of them made a move to loosen their clothing. Why should they, especially after the entrée I had enjoyed in Michael's lounge and which immediately continued. I was on a promise of them buying the part sold box of cookies and a hefty tip to go with it, and so, as far as I was concerned, madam could sell the rest, or, maybe Michael had other, similar appreciative friends who liked cookies, not to mention a hot sexy moma like me...!

"Emn, what next from you," I trilled, unable to resist adding a come-hither, enticingly enjoy me smile, which soon saw them sat on either side.

"Well, sexy moma," Michael began, his pause, aside from his appreciative accolade, sending a thrill up my spine, one that we all noticed.

"I dare say your pussy tastes sweet."

‘It does, it does.'

"And your ass, has it ever been kissed?" Greg intoned.

‘Did he say—ass,' I wondered, and with that, I spun my head to reply, only to notice a delicious smile on Greg's face. ‘Okay, well, why not. If he wants to, emn, kiss my ass, run his tongue between my cheeks and crack, well, best I get up on all fours and offer it to him,' I decided.

"Oh, yes, herm," I lightly giggled. Not from the touch of their tongues, mind, but the stubble on Greg's chin and Michael's nose on my faint auburn pubes as he flicked his tongue up and down my gash and stroked my clit.

"Oh, yes, fuck yes, emn, more, lick me, fuck, your tongue. Oh! Oh yes, Greg," I almost squealed, when his tongue tip wormed around my exposed anus, evidently seeking an opening.

In my need to cum, I had moved my left hand from my ass cheek onto his head. Greg, having splayed my buttocks, had moved closer, and my hand, encouragingly, did the rest. Michael, on the other hand, needed no such or any direction from me, and moments later, I was bucking myself on their tongues and Michael's fingers, as together we brought forth another euphoric climax. Afterwards, almost limp, I shuddered and fell onto the bed where I lay on my side.

After a short rest, my nipples and tits were treated to renewed pleasure by Michael while Greg got a taste of my pussy. I gasped, when, having gripped one of my swollen buds between his guarded teeth, Michael began an almost sawing side to side action. That sent a flash of pleasure straight up to my temple, where it trundled around, only for it to be presently joined by the one Greg brought about when fingers of both his hands fucked my pussy and ass.

The pleasure I was receiving and registering in my head, subdued my concern of their intentions. I was expecting to suck one of their cocks while the other one fucked my horny needy pussy, but, the other, what Greg was doing. I was still a virgin, in respect of my ass and a cock. Not that I was against it, especially where Greg had his left hand. I had yet to see their cocks, and, well, my tight little a-hole and my being so small, would I be able to accommodate them; one at a time, obviously.

"Emn, yes, Greg, if you're contemplating putting something meaty where your left hand is, best let me see your tool," I crooned.

"There's no rush, I'm not going anywhere, besides, which, Michael's is longer and thicker," he informed me. ‘It is!' ‘It is,' I cooed inside, having been assured of that.

"Can I see it, please, Mich...urm...ael," I moaned, languidly, in response to their delicious pleasure; Michael having pulled on my nipple with his lips and just as I got the whole of Greg's hand, down to the bridge of his thumb, lodged inside my sodden cunt. He then used his thumb to agitate my clit while he fucked both sets of fingers in and out of my ‘sexy' body, as his friend had called me.

"I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, yes, more, do it, do it, emn, oh, yes fuck—me...Huh, huh, huh," I gasped, as the pleasured sensations, a wave of pure euphoria, crested and rolled through me.

"You guys, oh God, that was..." I said, through an almost haze as my eyes adjusted. While they did, I began to make out a long flesh shape extending up from Michael's hand. As it got ever clearer, I realised it wasn't his arm but, mere moments later, that he was holding his cock for my consideration.

"That's, gulp, long," ‘and I'm only...' I continued in my head, considering my height. ‘Oh God, how far up will it reach,' I wondered, only to emit a welcoming smile as I consciously moved closer to Michael's staff-like cock.

I rested my small hand on the comparatively immense length. There was no way it was going to reach around his girth, I realised. All the same, I, nevertheless, managed to direct the swollen glans closer to my salivating tongue, which had popped part way out in readiness.

Okay, so some women find sucking a man's dick to be unnecessary. However, they had both ministered to the needs of my pussy and enjoyed the taste of my cum. Additionally, ladies, if you want a long fuck from your partner, it is sometimes necessary to have him cum. I, for one, most certainly enjoy and exalt the taste, so that he lasts longer than the sometimes disappointing several (five) minutes that women complain about in magazines.

"Oh yes, sexy moma, you do that quite well," Michael responded to my flicks and licks around the turgid head and, presently, down and up his shaft; all while Greg stroked his long one, which, I noticed, was of reasonable girth. Indeed, upon seeing his erect manliness, I threw a pleasant welcoming smile at him.

Having managed to encompass, first the head and upper portion of Michael's shaft with my mouth, a feat that took me by surprise, I gradually slid my lips, which had become overly moist with anticipation, down his thick length.

To better get at Michael's erection, and thank god it was fully so (any bigger and...!), I was once more knelt on all fours. I was concentrative on ministering to Michael to not note where Greg was or, for that fact, had moved to. I soon realised, though, when I felt his cockhead brush against my thighs, ‘oh yes, ermn,' then my faint pubes, ‘hurmn,' as I felt the tickle, and finally my wet lips, ‘oh yes, please!' I shuddered, as feelings and emotions, ones I had gone without for so damn long, came flooding back.

"Hur, hur, hur," I gasped, as more of Greg's warm firmness slid into my wet sex. I was certainly full and at both ends, make no mistake.

"You really are hot, moma!" Michael exclaimed, and with something of an accolade. ‘Too fucking right, I was, a cock in my pussy, slowly and rhythmically rocking back and forth, both Greg and I, while Michael remained still and let me take him at my own pace.

I was being ‘spit fucked' as it is known. A long flesh-like bar going almost all the way through me; mind you, what with my lack of stature and their length, not by much when they both filled me at the same time. It was sheer pleasure to be fucked by the two young men in that way. My day may have begun with a rant at my daughter, but, if it were not for that and the chain of events that followed, I would probably be at home and miserable, compared to what I had and was experiencing.

"Oh yes, fuck me, Greg, slap my ass with your...oh yes, that as well," I extolled, having he responded with a light dust of his hand on my butt, rather than that of his groin as he fuck-filled me hard. Returning to sucking Michael, I left it at that as I enjoyed a most pleasurable fuck on their combined cocks.

Eventually, they changed over, or, more to the point, I was invited to turn around. As I did, I moaned huskily, and smiled with the expectation of getting Michael's long thick slick warm erection where Greg had just been and vice versa.

Greg's shaft was notably sticky, in fact, his whole cock was. Extending my tongue and emitting a languid murmur, I, as I had done for Michael, ran the tip around the head, only to utter a surprised ‘hurmn,' when I felt Michael's tongue on my anus. He obviously had the same appetite for ass as his friend, I realised and duly welcomed as I continued concentrating on sliding my lips down Greg's manhood while slithering my tongue around and over his shaft.

"Ermn," I let out a moan, when, finally knelt behind me, Michael introduced his well-managed cockhead to my pussy, which he exposed and held open with both hands on my buttocks.

‘That is some cock you've got there,' I remarked to myself. To have that level of control was quite admirable. From there, Michael teased me with it. Only allowing me a small amount of his cock at a time. I pushed back on it; correction, as I went to push back, Michael's hands held me in check.

"Not yet, sexy moma," he crooned, however, that just made me all the more determined to get Michael's thick length where I needed it the most and it would be most welcome, in my horny wet cunt.

"Please, let me have you," I moaned, before returning to licking and sucking Greg's warm length.

I certainly hadn't been used to the teasing I was receiving from Michael. Usually, it was a case of get on with it, fuck me, make me cum and then the guy would shoot his load over me. My clit was being neglected, of course, but the size and girth of the cock that was edging itself, under Michael's expert control, into my needy pussy, was somehow stirring a wonderful sensation deep within me.

‘More, give me more, please,' you lovely fuck, my mind urged, as I continued to somewhat fuck Greg's cock into my mouth, my hands on his hips urging him forward and back.

Moments later, and as the sensations building up inside my very core gathered like a storm, he did it. Michael, grasping my hips, thrust the remainder of his cock fully forward, almost like it was a short Roman sword being thrust into an enemy's body, except it was a long thick cock and I was very much alive.

"Hurmn," I let out a moderate pitch moan, as that final, welcome, gesture, made me cum. After that, my body responded by sliding forward off Michael's thick length and consuming that of Greg's. Pure bliss and heavenly pleasure radiated throughout my body as I continued to wallow in that which I had denied myself for so long. Overall, what surprised me, was, that I had not one but two cocks pleasurably fucking me; or was that me fucking them. Either way, I was with two, one two, men, no guilt felt on my part as I threw myself into a gloriously rewarding ménage.

Ten minutes and another orgasm later, I was knelt over Michael. There was no mention of my ass, but I trusted them to do the right thing, use some form of lube to ease the way. There wasn't any, not then, when Greg, having knelt behind me, fumbled around my perineum.

"A bit higher...if you want my ass," I said.

"That's okay, sexy moma," Michael intoned, having released my stout wet right nipple. He was right, well, in some respect, as I felt where his friend had in mind - my already full pussy, which, moments later, was even more full.

"Ooo, that's different," I regaled. Full though I most certainly was.

"Oh my, yes, that too, I rather like that," I almost chuckled.

Imagine that, me with two dicks in my wet pussy. However, quite unexpectedly, and although it was and felt like one very long thick cock, and Michael was pretty darn thick to begin with, as Greg remained still Michael withdrew himself, that caused a vague ripple to resonate from my full pussy. When Michael slid himself back in Greg drew his erection back. Wow! That caused a more noticeable ripple and a frisson of pleasure to sear a path up my spine.

"Oh fuck, yes, what, fuck me, more, are you two, emn, doing," I just about managed to utter, in between all the continued pleasure I was enjoying and echoing.

"Hot sexy moma's enjoying herself. What say we buy the box," Michael jollied, which spurred me on all the more to, once I had fully braced my hands on the mattress, fuck and ride myself on them.

"Come on, fuck me, fuck your cocks...oh yes, more," I impelled them, as I rode their combined cock monster to two shuddering climaxes; after which, Greg slipped from me and I was alone with Michael, anticipating the next, possibly final act, my virgin ass being taken.

Some form of liquid, oil, I figured, was dripped onto my anus, which Michael exposed to Greg by holding my ass cheeks open. More than a thank you, I lowered my head, which encouraged him to crane his forward - he was that bit taller than I - and soon our lips were meshing and mashing. It wasn't that I wanted to stifle the otherwise expected moans of discomfort, but...!

Moments later, and as our tongues tussled, I felt the swollen head of Greg's erection push against my crinkled ‘rosebud and slip into my anus. ‘Hurmn,' I let out a muffled moan, one that was a mixture of first be opened up then realising the slight pressure of his presence. More lube was added and then more of his warm length edged inside, until bit by glorious bit I had the entire length of Greg's erection deep inside my not so, just then, tight little anus; his cum heavy balls resting against me, signifying that he was, indeed, balls deep up my ass.

"How's that, sexy moma?" Michael intoned.

"Okay, not as dull as I had expected. Do women really enjoy...yes, oh fuck, I suppose they do," I rejoined, as Michael withdrew himself, thereby emulating the rippling sensation I had gotten from them when they were, moments ago, both in my pussy.

"Ooo fuck, emn, yes, more, like that, just like that, emnnn..." I moaned, as the sensation of being double teamed by them set off yet more, this time, tingling sensations that began at the tips of my toes and radiated up my legs. I was being bombarded, or so it felt, on all sides and all over, by unknown pleasures, sensations and the such. I was riding their cocks, glorying in their cocks being both inside me and fucking me, taking me to new, unknown heights of euphoria and, with it, untold orgasms.

What I was and had been enjoying, it was, without any doubt, the fuck of my life. But what amazed me was their education, sex wise. I received none of what I had enjoyed from them at my school. Back then it was, as I said earlier, stick it in, fuck and cum. The heavenly pleasurable foreplay, when they touched me so, emn, licked and sucked my nipples, did likewise to my pussy, clit, and my ass especially, not one mention of that back in my school. Of course, I've got no idea, what my brat of a daughter, either knows or gets up to. Certainly nothing as pleasurable as what I was enjoying, I hoped.

"You are hot, moma! Isn't she," Michael exclaimed, as I rode their firm upstanding cocks.

"She sure is," Greg agreed, as he swung his hips at me with near perfect rhythm, neither of them making any attempt, not that I wouldn't have welcomed it, to stop and let me try Michael's bulkier erection in my ass.

My next climax was quite telling and not just for me. It was the stronger in some ways. My muscles contracted, and, in doing so, put pressure on Michael and Greg. I cried out I was cumming. I moaned and gasped as my orgasm rolled right through me. I heard voices, not mine. Moments later, and as my climax peaked, I felt a sudden, combined rush blow through me. ‘That hadn't happened,' I remarked, only to realise the bigger picture. Both Michael and Greg were cumming, filling me up with their warm sticky cum. That set off another climax; a moderate one, but a climax nonetheless.

"Oh yes, that's it, guys, spunk your loads in me," I encouraged, as sensation upon sensation thrilled my body with each ejaculative spurt of their seed. ‘Oh cripes! Seed, and I'm not...!' I flustered, only to quickly calm down and go with what was happening.

Thankfully, contraceptive methods had also improved. My concern over being ‘unprotected', erased when I remembered the morning after pill, which I would have to get, once I had returned home. I couldn't very well go into town both dressed and looking as I was, a sexually satisfied scout.

‘Fuck it,' I thought, when Greg presented me with his dick. I was intent on making up for lost time, time when I should have been enjoying myself as I did that day. Opening my mouth for him, I accepted his cock between my lips. At first, and concerned over the taste, I resisted using my tongue as I slowly gyrated myself around the hilt of Michael's half-hard shaft, which was how it felt.

I became bolder, the feeling of the solitary cock inside me urged me to lift my tongue and taste ‘strawberry'. A flavoured oil I realised and began sucking the remnants of Greg's cum from his balls.

"Well done, sexy moma," they both congratulated me afterwards, and as I slipped off of Michael. He being the host, I tasted myself on him immediately that I gobbled up his cock.

"So, Stephanie, how many more boxes of cookies have you got?" Greg asked of me, as he pulled on his pants and jeans.

"Six, I think. Yes, six," I recalled. "Why, not thinking of buying them all, are you. How would I repay your gratitude," I beamed at him while my eyelids fluttered instinctively.

"What! No, it's just that we've got some appreciative friends who may wish to sample your wares," Greg said, returning my gestured smile.

"Yeah, they'll be only too happy to help out a sexy moma like you," Michael intoned, and that pretty well sealed the deal and a lot more besides.

Having collected the money, including a hefty tip, along with my clothes, I got dressed and thanked them both for a lovely time and accepted the list of his friend's addresses. I may have been crying, upset, when I arrived at Michael's, but any new tears were those of joy as I made my way home.

As I skipped along, I realised I had been going about men the wrong way, looking for a relationship when, I had to admit, what I wanted was sex. That, and as good as I had enjoyed that day, I could never get from a sex toy. All that lovely foreplay; my tits, my pussy, my clit, oh yes, my clit, my ass even, yes, my lovely ass, filled perfectly by Greg's erection - another thing, it was warm.

Julie, of course, was overly surprised that I, her mom, had sold what there was of the entire opened box. I didn't, however, tell her about the large tip, guaranteed sales, and, most significantly, the great sex and pleasurable ménage I had.